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Mar 09, 2007 02:45

To: Jean-Paul
From: Warren
Subject: Words I have trouble saying

I know I'm fucking this all up. I'm trying to get better. My friend Kat told me somethings I could try and I'm doing them but it just seems... I don't know. Not there or something.

I feel cut out of your life. I know you're busy and have two job and all but I just fear there's no place left for me in your life. If you get mad at me for saying this, please remember I'm being honest and not just walking away, saying nevermind.

I miss when we'd lay for hours and talk. I miss trips to Montreal. The last trip we took, I killed people. And since then, we've been distant. If you hate me for it, please say so. If you don't like I'm part of your life there, I'm sorry but I can't change it. I wouldn't. It has to be done.

I just need to know where I stand. I know you're dead inside and you can't love. I know that. So I'm dealing with this as best as I can. My best just isn't enough.

But I'm trying.

Warren
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